She sings of apple trees and blossoms And she called me from Dalls Love Field as the winter storm warning went on taunting me When we met we were two bright eyed alcoholics In the spring time of the year of our lord As we glanced the gilded edges of our identities Whatever the way Of the lover's lot Black as the kettle's the hypocrite pot Often than more, more often than not So come here baby In the dark and out Ridin our bikes to the dive bar at the edge of town Was it some shrill and false persona That was leadin' me around? Well my right hand offended me but the left hand was waving free Til it knocked me out Doo doo doo doo doo doo Crossed the street from the bar to the cathedral and we heard vespers sung by the choir And in ghostly vestments we waltzed down the aisle To be honst babe, never saw you comin' home Though i did believe the world to be a starry dome Dooo dodoo dodo I - Maybe we take a longer way to a cosmic homeade place to stay Spinning lanterns in the field until the end of days (Hook) Well my right hand offended me So i bent down on bended knee And i cut it off Did i did i did i did i did i did i did i